What does a sincere apology feel like?
Hmm~
Mike puffed out his chest and replied, "Very smooth!"
It was an informal meal before, but it actually turned into a proper lunch.
They ate Italy pizza.
In the middle, someone actually came over to ask Trish for an autograph. Trish smiled appropriately, handled it with ease, fully displaying her news anchor demeanor.
Then think about the studio…
What is this called?
Contrasting bitch?
Anyway, Mike felt… pretty good.
Mike and Trish didn't have much in common, their only two shared hobbies were the pursuit of beauty and exercise. Trish probably needed to confide; she talked about some unsatisfactory things at work, and also about her sister.
Regarding Jessica Jones, Trish spoke vaguely, omitting anything about her superpowers. It was clear she genuinely cared about her sister.
Mike didn't know much about Jessica, only four things: immense strength, bulletproof, wild—a trait inherited from Trish, the kind that could break a bed—and her enemy was Purple Man.
Purple Man… Mike only knew that his ability was to control people around him by releasing a virus (PS), but how large was the infection range? How long was the delay from exposure to the virus to being controlled?
Aside from controlling people, Purple Man's physical qualities were no different from an ordinary person. To kill him, you just needed to find him, then snipe him from a distance, problem solved.
The problem was that very few people knew about Purple Man, or rather, believed in his existence.
Currently, the only person immune to Purple Man's control was Jessica, and Mike wasn't sure if he was immune—this was one of the reasons he didn't want to get involved.
And… Jessica actually had opportunities to kill Purple Man, more than once. But she wanted to prove the existence of Purple Man and his abilities, and then punish Purple Man within the framework of the law.
The result… was the death of a bunch of innocent people. Finally, Jessica had a sudden realization: for a crazy scumbag, physical elimination was the best method—this was the second reason Mike didn't want to get involved. If he blew Purple Man's head off on sight, Jessica might complain that Mike was taking human lives lightly, wouldn't she?
Mike didn't like doing thankless tasks unless the money was right.
"Thank you for listening to me talk about these things."
After the meal, Trish sat in the cool saleen s7. To her, a sports car held no appeal; she just politely complimented, "Nice car."
"If a toad was sitting opposite me, I probably wouldn't have that patience."
"So you're saying I'm pretty?" Trish's face lit up with a smile.
"No wonder it wasn't obvious enough?"
"You have a sweet tongue."
"Sweet? Want to taste?"
At this point, the disadvantage of the sports car became apparent: the interior space was too small to maneuver. Alas, among the eighteen martial arts, only one set of staff techniques could be performed.
On the way home, Mike felt refreshed and couldn't help but wonder what Trish was thinking. Without a doubt, she was an independent woman who didn't depend on men. And… with her intelligence and experience, she must have seen that Mike was only interested in physical intimacy, not emotional connection.
Was Mike just a tool?
So… don't always think Mike is taking advantage, okay? Who is taking advantage of whom is still unknown. It mainly depends on perspective and attitude.
In the eyes of an independent woman like Trish, men might be similar to cucumbers or eggplants. It's just that when picking cucumbers, you pick the good-looking and useful ones, that's all.
Worker, tool… Sigh, it's better to go home and be a foodie.
Coming out of the garage, someone was peeking around at the supermarket entrance.
Peter Parker saw a job advertisement in the newspaper for a handyman part-time job, located in Hell's Kitchen, a bit far from Queens, but the pay was high.
However, the interview location was a grocery supermarket, which was strange.
So, "socialite" Peter decided to observe first.
Feeling someone approach from behind, Peter spun around sharply, "What do you want?"
Peter was very vigilant and put on a stern face, trying to look fierce. The problem was, his features looked like a submissive no matter how you looked at them.
"I was about to ask you, what are you doing lurking suspiciously at the supermarket entrance?"
Mike recognized "Holland." He deliberately restrained his aura and lightened his steps, but Peter still noticed him. So… he's already been bitten and turned into Little Spider?
"Oh, I see, you want to rob, right?" Mike decided to tease Little Spider, leaning closer to Peter and whispering, "Hey, buddy, you really picked the right place. Look, there's only an Old Earl watching the store. I can knock him down with one slap. And let me tell you, this supermarket sells Celestial Empire groceries, the boss might be Chinese. You know Chinese people, right? Honest and afraid of trouble, just threaten them a bit and they won't dare to call the police."
Thump, thump, thump!
Little Spider's eyes widened. My goodness, Hell's Kitchen really is dangerous.
"How about we cooperate? Here's the plan: I'll go in and pretend to buy something, then when I'm paying, I'll pull out a gun and point it at the Old Earl, and you take the opportunity to loot the cash register, then we split it fifty-fifty." Mike's acting exploded, making him look exactly like a garrulous street thug.
Peter: o(TωT)o
Just then, Old Earl poked his head out from the supermarket, "Mike, what are you doing?"
"I'm teaching someone a lesson?"
"A lesson?"
"An acting lesson."
Peter: (⊙_⊙)?
Mike walked inside, then turned back to the still-stunned Peter and said, "Come in."
Old Earl's gaze fell on Peter: "Your friend?"
"No, he's here for an interview."
"Oh."
Peter timidly followed him into the small supermarket, curiously looking around, and asked in a low voice, "So you're the interviewer, and that was actually a special part of the interview just now?"
"Of course… not." Mike said, "I'm the timid and easily intimidated Chinese boss who won't dare to call the police with a little threat."
Peter: "…"
If you looked closely, Mike's facial features indeed had many Chinese characteristics.
"Where's Skye?" Mike noticed the laptop was open on the table.
"Second floor."
Thump, thump, thump!
Skye ran down the stairs, got halfway, then thump, thump, thumped back up. Because she was wearing Mike's shirt and saw an outsider.
"Ah, ah, this…"
Peter pointed at the stairwell, stammering, his features almost scrunching together in a fight from urgency.
"Hey, hey, pointing at a girl with your finger is not gentlemanly behavior."
"No, no." Peter straightened his tongue, "Didn't you see it, the doll was running by itself!"
Doll?
Mike realized that Peter had seen Bobby.
"That's not a doll, that's the legendary creature Little Fire Dragon." Mike made a fire-breathing gesture, "The kind that breathes fire, you know."
Seeing Mike say this, Peter became suspicious instead, stroking his chin, "So, it's actually a child wearing a Little Fire Dragon cosplay costume, right?"
"Uh, is it that obvious?" Mike pretended his lie had been exposed and the truth seen through, feigning awkwardness, though he was actually very awkward.
Tsk tsk, this acting…
"Haha."
Peter happily said, "It's not obvious, to be honest, that cosplay costume is too realistic. No flaws at all! But if you calm down and think about it, how can there be a Fire Dragon…"
You see! When the truth is spoken, no one believes it. People like to doubt, then imagine "facts" that better fit their own cognition, and believe them deeply.